On one occasion, he walked into a hotel lobby and saw a gray-haired bearded man about his height walking straight at him. When Sacks got within a couple of feet of the other guy, Sacks ducked to the right, and stranger moved right into Sack's path. Sacks then moved to the left, and the man again moved into his path. Then Sacks realized he was walking into a wall-sized mirror, and that he had failed to recognize that the person in the mirror was him. (He didn't kiss him though, Lisa, you trollop.)In another instance, just the opposite happened. Sacks was in a looking in a restaurant window and, seeing his reflection, noticed that his beard and/or hair was mussed up. So he took out a comb and tried to spruce up a little, only to experience a rather severe psychic shock when his reflexion refused to reciprocate. Turns out the face on the other side of the window was just some other bearded guy who was looking out.
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